Let's pick on the guy with the common name
If your name is Jose Simon Jr. please raise your hand...
i guess i should get used to days like these, however, even if you prepare yourself, you cant help feeling like you wanna throw yourself off the top of a building after a day like the one i just had...
it started off with my dad waking me up at 930 am.. 930.. since its a thursday and i wasnt supposed to be at school till 1, i barely stopped myself from shouting "ano ba problema mo mamaya pa pasok ko?!" at him.. luckily, i was able to stop myself and just innocently ask why he was waking me up... apparently it was my mom who wanted me up, and after my dad told her that my class was at 1 pm, she sent me a message through text reminding me that i was supposed to go to the bank with her and my grandma, to open a long overdue atm account that they had been planning to get me since i was in high school... at around 11am me, my mom and grandma were already at the bank and arranging some of the requirements.. i had brought my passport and school id, since i still dont have a driver's licence... my mom, however, did not bother to find out what would be the requirements for people opening new accounts, so we didnt know that we would be needing an id picture and did not bring one... at first it was ok, the woman at the bank was willing to overlook that small thing abt the picture... until she ran my name on the computer and found that there are several other Jose Simon, Jr.'s in this country, and some of them had criminal records... they could not allow me to open an account without some sort of certificate that i have to get from the city hall... they also told me to get my picture taken on the way.... so my morning was just wasted... nothing wrong happened on the way to school, unless you consider the traffic jam on the way, something im getting quite used to by now... the first hour of class was fine, until the teacher snapped and got pissed off about being addressed "sir" when she was clearly a"ma'am" according to her... so she then went on a short rant about people who keep standing up and going out of the room and back, then dropped the lecture and started a graded recitation, asking people at random from her class list about what the hell is cyclic variation.. unfortunately for me, i had just gotten the handouts from one of my classmates 3 minutes before she started her act, so i was given a zero when she called my name, add to that the fact that i got to class15 minutes after it began... the thing that pissed me off about that is that i wasnt even doing anything to show disrespect to her, i was just sitting in my chair, pretending to be listening while politely drawing on my desk with a piece of lead i had picked up off the floor while i was chewing gum in class.... why didnt she have a go at those who kept standing up?... anyway, the day doesnt end there.. by 230 the class was finished and i stil didnt want to go home, but the friend i was supposed to meet in g4 said he couldnt make it, so i texted other people... they were all either sick, already at home, or had stuff to do, so i grudginly went home and decided to get out of people's ways and sit here in front of the computer to avoid anymore bad luck, and salvage what's left of the day....
Twilight Zone
When my sister got home today she told me a story that had me laughing my head off right away.... You see, my sister and i had just recently swapped cellphones, so we were adjusting the phones to suit our own preferences, which included the time format... last night the alarm on the phone my sister was using went off and it showed that it was 5:30 am, which was about the regular time my sister wakes up... so she stood up, was on her way out of the room when she noticed that the time on the clock on the dresser was 3:40 am..she checked it and noticed that it was moving, so it meant that the clock was not broken, but she turned the alarm on it off, in case it was wrong... once she was downstairs, she noticed that the clock there also said 3:40... i could barely stop imagining what couldve gone through her mind that time...
holy smokes! the whole world is on the wrong time and im the only person who knows the correct time!....
holy crabcakes! i've travelled 1hour and 50minutes back in time! good thing i brought my phone with me!
holy cow! i wonder what im supposed to change since ive been sent back in time?
hmm... maybe ive been sent back to make pancakes just in time for when i wake up for breakfast?
Fortunately for her, she turned on the tv and she saw that there were no shows on, and that the time really was 3:40 am... it was that she just made a mistake when she set the time on the phone when we switched.. see i set my phones on the 24-hour time format, so 1 pm is read as 13:00... and she thought that 8pm was 22:00, so the phone she was using was two hours ahead... moral of the story... learn to count after 10.